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Waiting.

Waiting.

  I’ve been thinking a lot about waiting lately, reflecting on Tanya Marlow’s new book. Today I’m linking up with other blogs on this subject, and offering this little piece of waiting of my own. This is part of the synchroblog on waiting, to celebrate the release of Those Who Wait: Finding God in Disappointment, Doubt and Delay by Tanya Marlow – out now. See more here and link up to the synchroblog here.   Waiting. Waiting in a crowd…

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Those who Wait…

Those who Wait…

So many of us live in a time of waiting. Waiting through a short time or a longer term. Waiting for something to get better in our lives – for healing of our broken bodies, for freedom from depression, for relationships to mend. For God to just turn up and do something. I’ve waited all my life. I’ve been sick since I was a tiny baby, born pale and skinny and floppy, known as ‘the sickly child.’ The one who…

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Worth beyond Words

Worth beyond Words

You see the raw edges of humanity from a hospital bed. The lady who doesn’t know where she is, or who anyone is, her reaction to the world a long, frightened sob. The chap wandering into our ward in his dishevelled pyjamas, scratching his head. ‘I’m lost,’ he says, summing up the words so many feel in this place of sickness and sorrow. The lady in the corner is silent; she can no longer speak. She tears off her oxygen…

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Breathe.

Breathe.

  When I went to New Wine this last week, I wasn’t breathing too well. Breathing is kind of taken for granted, really. You breathe in. You breathe out. You don’t think too much about it. It just happens. Except when every time you breathe sharp pain snakes down your right hand side. There’s nothing like a touch of pleurisy to make you hyper-aware of the effect of breathing. You try to breathe less; to breathe lighter. To take less…

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Audience of One

Audience of One

I have a tendency to worry far too much about what people think about me. I’m much better these days, but when I was a kid I wasted a lot of time drenching myself in this worry, in the possibilities of what they might think. And this would so often become self-perpetuating: casting my own insecurities on others would only throw them right back at me, and then others would, indeed, think less of me. Not long ago a friend…

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New Site Launch!

New Site Launch!

Here goes, then. Have imported the blog from blogger to WordPress and spent rather too much time playing with the dashboard. Hope you like the new look.  

Ephesians 3 Prayer

Ephesians 3 Prayer

This is my favourite passage of scripture, so I thought I’d have a little play with it this morning.     We kneel before you, Father We’re named in your love, our whole family in you In heaven and on earth. Out of your glorious riches, too exquisite to behold May you restore us with your power Through your Spirit in our inmost being. May you, Christ Jesus, abide in our deepest hearts Through faith alone. And may we who…

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A camping life gone by

A camping life gone by

We’re selling our old folding camper and dragged it out this morning, a beautiful sunshiney day, the canvas dense with the scent of happiness and summer and family. Thus please do excuse the self-indulgent I-can’t-believe-they’ve-all-grown-up post. Because I’m a bit teary. I’m teary as I pull out the box of old games, piles of sand pouring out between my fingers, lone Uno cards and old drawings my daughter worked so carefully on in the years she danced around campsites in…

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The Day of Hopelessness

The Day of Hopelessness

I don’t understand. Don’t get it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The story wasn’t supposed to end this way. I thought there would be more, that he would escape, he would show them all who he was. He raised the dead. He bound up the broken-hearted. He healed the sick. But he let them murder him. I sit here in this garden, watching the place I never wanted to see, the stone sealing the cold tomb, his broken…

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The Virtual Maundy Thursday Labyrinth

The Virtual Maundy Thursday Labyrinth

Many churches partake in a ‘Labyrinth’ on Maundy Thursday. People are invited to walk through pathways, usually in a church/hall, and pause at certain ‘stations’ to contemplate on Jesus’ journey through this day. Well, I can’t always get out to a church, and I reckon a fair few of you can’t, either. So instead of going to the Labyrinth, I’m attempting to bring the Labyrinth to you. And to me. I hope that your journey through this virtual Labyrinth brings…

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